Magar kaise? Uska pati ghar par tha. Uska chota beta ghar par tha aur mera bap bhi vahin tha. Main utha aur kitchen ki taraf jane laga.Mahesh (Varsha...ka pati ): “Arey Shaan kya hua?”Me: “Kuch nahi Uncle woh pani leke aata hu.”Mahesh: “To Aunty ko bol de na woh yahin de dengi.”Me: “Nahin main le leta hu uncle.”Varsha boli, “Han Shan main deti hu ruk.” Main kitchen mein phuch chuka tha. Maine dhire se kaha, “Deni to padegi hi tujhe.” Varsha boli. “Shhh.” usne bhi dhire se kaha joki sirf main sun. I always imagine that it’s me pleasuring those magnificent erections. come to think of it however, I love the images of soft, hanging cocks just as much, maybe more. The hypnotic way a soft cock moves and swings, dangling between a man’s legs. It makes my knees weak. It makes me crave and desire to kiss it, to feel the softness on my lips and face and make it swell. To feel it harden in your mouth, knowing it’s you that is bringing that glorious manhood pleasure. To hear him sigh as his hard. The image created was the one I was after and Inoticed that Paul did let a flicker of non-approval cross his face whenwe finally got together. Instead of heading directly to the club, heinvited me to take a stroll along the riverside. I could have declinedwith a "what, in these heels?" sort of way, but I could tell he wasserious, and the path was paved. After we had gone a short way, he spokehesitantly."Listen, Alexandra, I have enjoyed our little get togethers, but, erm, Iam not sure that. The little bottle was now long forgotten as he went to shower for the sultry woman before him. ‘I’m in room twelve!’ She shouted after him with an impish little giggle. Jamie was already half way up the stairs. Tonight was the night! He was going to lose his virginity to this sex siren. He was a king. He was superman. He was a fucking god. He showered in his room quickly and it didn’t take long for him to spray on some deodorant before pulling on some fresh pants. ‘Where I’m going I won’t need.